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The cool breeze was the only warning Jonathan had to pack his gear up. "Yo hardhat, where ya goin'? We still need ta defend th-"

While everyone else immediately began to scramble for cover like the cowards they were, the curvy brunette was already climbing out the window she had been perched at, for the moment abandoning her gun for the feel of rain. Standing easily Dianna walked to the edge of the awning she stood on, stretching out her hand to let the water fall against her fingers for the first taste, and immediately feeling that flutter of anticipation again. Without hesitation the sniper slipped down off the roof to the first floors awning that jutted out further than the one above it, instantly drenching the BLU huntress as she shifted to take a seat there.

For the moment looking like a child playing around in a storm, as her hood drooped around her head with the weight of the rain, and her booted legs swung slightly. Eventually sweeping back the now useless covering as she turned her gaze upward, letting the water wash over her face and her long dark braided hair, feeling a sense of freedom she rarely felt anywhere else but in the grip of a thunderstorm. Dianna could never put into words why she loved the rain the way she did. Maybe it was the quiet she felt wrapped in the heavy pour of water against every surface it touched, or the peace the melted over her when her clothes became so heavy it was like weighted blanket holding her still. Whatever the reason the sniperess was drawn to thunderstorms the way a moth was drawn into a flame.

“When the moon is full, stay away. Stay away, for I cannot control the beast that comes alive inside of me.”

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